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Name: Harry Potter
House: Gryffindor
Birthday: July 31, 1980
Signature spell/skills: Defensive magic, duelling, Expelliarmus, the Patronus Charm, control of Obscurus form
Familiar: Hedwig (snowy owl)
Patronus: Stag
Wand: Holly & phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple
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Chapter Twelve: Mirrors and Shadows (Are One and The Same)
“Is it normal what’s happening to me, sir? With the shadows?”
“N-Normal?” stuttered Quirrell. “Why, it’s e-extraordinary, Mr. Potter. I am so glad that you’ve c-confided in me. I always liked to go to P-Professor Slughorn myself, when I was your age.”
“Professor Slughorn, sir?”
Quirrell’s expression was strangely wistful.
“Y-Yes. Used to teach Potions, y-you know. Very admirable man. Extraordinarily helpful, to those who were a-academically or p-politically inclined. But you wouldn’t be much interested in that quiet sort of life, would you, P-Potter?”
After chaos, comes reflection... the shadows return.
On his friends’ request, Harry agrees to confide in a professor about the strange shadows lurking around him. Why not Professor Quirrell, around whom his scar hurts and magic stabilizes?
Of course, Harry doesn’t realize just who he’s talking to.
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ꪻꫝ᥅ꫀꫀ ᥴꪖꪀ ᛕꫀꫀρ ꪖ ᦓꫀᥴ᥅ꫀꪻ
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And Lord Voldemort returns... very... much... alive
Quirrell really messed us up, didn't he?
No. Not Quirrell. Voldemort.
Two months ago, Lord Voldemort succeeded in stealing the Philosopher's Stone. Harry Potter lost control of his Obscurial form, and Ron Weasley's pet rat, Scabbers, went missing. Tee, the amnesiac student trapped inside Ruby Potter's diary, claims that he can help, and maybe, just maybe, she believes him. But maybe he's cursed for a reason. Maybe he's condemned to be awake and imprisoned for all eternity in penance for some horrible crime. Maybe he's evil. Meanwhile, Harry's worried about the monster threatening to ‘rip... kill...” everything in sight, but only he can hear it. Just like how only he can see the shadows threatening to tear him apart and only he can understand the snakes who assure him that there will be blood this time; by the time Voldemort gets to him, he might be dead already.